A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at

one who picked the name for

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful

His thin stature made the hospital gown look

had almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

Mark seemed like he

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

nose twitched when

during this time of the year, the Evans

favorite food,” Mark

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

this, he began to fumble in his pocket

he stopped and

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

medicines from him and

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark

got weaker and weaker until he finally

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still

had almost given

He had lived

with a glass of water and

medicine,” Peter reminded him

he had not

a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

nose twitched when he

smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated,

her favorite food,” Mark

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in

then, he stopped and shook

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

I better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him and swallowed

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

behavior was much like that of

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she

Cecilia in his dream was so

his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

this point,

room were white,

gently closed

he needed

all over his

gone to buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was

return home. He missed his

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road,

couldn’t change

give up as long

he wouldn’t survive

stay strong and fight

he was finding it difficult to go back to

sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get

go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

came back to the

run into a snowstorm on

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with

the paper planes Mark had been

the paper planes and

of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took a

not more than

mouth, he put down the

his eyes

really want to go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

it was around

a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t

misses you,” Peter urged in

into a

silly boy,” he

decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a

voice sounded a little

“Cecilia gave birth to

birth to a girl

Mark held the phone trembled so violently

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no

entanglement

of his

and put down the

the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he did a fist pump

he said with a

the first day of

to stroke one of the paper planes he

fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would

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